She Loves The Rain And You Don’t

IT STARTED to rain. People get their umbrellas to avoid the raindrops, to avoid from getting wet. Some started to run looking for a place nearby to hide from the raindrops, to avoid from getting wet. Some don’t know what to do. Some started to take a ride to avoid from getting wet. Cats and dogs started to run searching for something to use or some place to hide to avoid from getting wet. Birds from different directions started to fly searching for, if not trees then some place to stay to avoid from getting wet.

For that moment, it seems all people, even animals, don’t want to get wet, that’s what they’re thinking; getting wet. Getting wet will ruin them, ruin their day, their clothes, their appearance.

But there is this one girl who, among others, didn’t mind. She watches as the raindrops fall from the sky to the leaves of the trees, to the grasses, to the people, to the rooftop, to earth.

She wanted to feel the touch of the rain. In the middle of that raining, she stayed. She closes her eyes. She felt its touch, its touch seems comforting her. She heard its every drops, its drops seems talking to her. She felt its coldness, its coldness seems hugging her. She opened her eyes and started to run. She runs in circles, arms wide open, through the rain; hugging it, feeling it, appreciating it, letting the water lingers on her skin. A smile was formed in her face, a smile of sadness with appreciation. It was great, really.

If one is watching her right at that moment, they will not recognize the sadness that encompasses her. They will not notice the tears running down her face. They will not see the remorse in her eyes. They will never know that the smile in her face was a smile of sadness.

She loves the rain for it loves her back. It protects her. It makes her happy. It comforts her. It talks to her. And most, it hides her feelings. She felt the safety under the rain. People hate it but always will she loves it.

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A Man Who Shed Tears

FOR A long time, he felt this way again. But he knows this time it’s different. Totally different. Before, those days were just days when he was tired and just doing things like drawing, listening to music, or sleeping will comfort him, will help him a little to forget things which made him feel heavy. But at this very moment, he doesn’t know, doesn’t understand even what he’s feeling.

He tried to draw but he can’t even manage his hand to move. He tried to listen to music but the song, its melody irritates his ears, its sounds turn out to be deafening. He tried to close his eyes, to sleep, but that feelings just got stronger, worse..

Why does he need to carry it alone? He found himself wanting to give up, wanting to quit. But he is a man. And men are strong. Yet not always. Men have their weaknesses. Men have their soft side which they prefer to be hidden. But this time, he can’t hide it. He can’t even manage to carry on. He just wanted the pain to stop, the pain which swallowed him and he allowed that such thing to happen.

He got a lot of things to be done but the only thing he wanted to do is cry. Cry –which others see as a verboten for men. As if seeing a man cries means he is not a man anymore, as if being a man means being a robot, as if being a man means having a heart of stone.

But he doesn’t care anymore, he doesn’t care to anything. Beside, he’s too tired and feeling too empty to care what others thought of.

He wanted to cry maybe because when he does, it will ease the pain. Somehow. He just wanted the pain out of him, out of his system.

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Every Night Just Let It Out

EVERY NIGHT I lay my head on her
She need not to ask me my problem
I open up the things I can’t bear
Also the things that made me smile then.

When tears started to escape my eyes
She catches it and just let me hug her
Even you, whenever you have blue skies
Just let it out and she’ll always be there.

She’s a true friend of mine and yours
And I know she’s everybody’s friend
Simple as she is, you want to know her?
She’s my pillow, your pillow, our pillow.

Not just a pillow, she’s a friend
Without ears she listens to you at night
Without body she let you hug her
Without eyes she sees your sadness
Without heart she understands you
Without words she comforts you
Just hug her, hug her.

*We’ve got a friend even if we think we’ve got nothing,
we’ve got a friend, we’ve got a friend.*

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